"Foul canker of fair virtuous action, Vile blaster of the freshest blooms on earth, Envys abhorrèd child, Detraction, I here expose, to thy all-tainting breath, The issue of my brain: snarl, rail, bark, bite, Know that my spirit scorns Detraction's spite."

"Ford was of the first order of poets. He sought for sublimity, not by parcels in metaphors or visible images, but directly where she has her full residence in the heart of man; in the actions and sufferings of the greatest minds."

"Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear; The sweetest freedom is an honest heart."

"We can drink till all look blue."

"He is a noble gentleman; withal Happy in his endeavours: the general voice Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language, And every fair demeanour, an example: Titles of honour add not to his worth; Who is himself an honour to his title."

"Who winks and shuts his apprehension up."

"There is a place, List, daughter! in a black and hollow vault, Where day is never seen; there shines no sun, But flaming horror of consuming fires; A lightless sulphur, choked with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths."

"Delay in vengeance gives a heavier blow."

"Busy opinion is an idle fool."

"For see, the dapple-grey coursers of the morn Beat up the light with their bright silver hoofs, And chase it through the sky."

"I have spent Many a silent night in sighs and groans, Ran over all my thoughts, despised my fate, Reasoned against the reasons of my love, Done all that smoothed-cheek Virtue could advise, But found all bootless: 'tis my destiny That you must either love, or I must die."

"Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you, Do not betray me to your mirth or hate."

"Why, I hold fate Clasped in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea."

"Truth is child of time."

"There's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither; The journey is not long."

"Love is dead; let lovers' eyes Locked in endless dreams Th' extreme of all extremes Ope no more, for now Love dies."

"Glories Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams, And shadows soon decaying."

"Revenge proves its own executioner."

"The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures; no restoratives Like to a constant woman!"

"He hath shook hands with time."

"Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one."

"Nice philosophy May tolerate unlikely arguments, But heaven admits no jest."

"Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgement, wilfulness in folly, Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as uncertain."

"Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease."

"Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters."

"Philosophers dwell in the moon."

"Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to Counsel It runs a headlong course to desperate madness."

"Flattery Is monstrous in a true friend."

"Physicians are the cobblers, rather the botchers, of men's bodies; as the one patches our tattered clothes, so the other solders our diseased flesh."

"Oh, happy kings, Whose thrones are raised in their subjects' hearts."

"Sister, look ye, How, by a new creation of my tailor's I've shook off old mortality."

"Her words are trusty heralds to her mind."

"Fly hence, shadows, that do keep, Watchful sorrows, charmed in sleep."

"A bachelor May thrive by observation, on a little. A single life's no burden: but to draw In yokes is chargeable, and will require A double maintenance."

"Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play With the severity of fate."

"I am, gay creature, With pardon of your deities, a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then."

"Labour for his pains."

"But from the hoop’s bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound."

"The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate’er the Grecian Venus was."

"I'll tell thee what it [the world] says: it calls me a villain: a treacherous husband; a cruel father; a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or, to say all in one short word, it calls me—gamester."

"But beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies."

"Can’t I another’s face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lours, As if her merit lessen’d yours?"

"I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice."

"This is adding insult to injuries."

"’Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them."

"Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth."

"Nevermore Let the great interests of the State depend Upon the thousand chances that may sway A piece of human frailty; swear to me That ye will seek hereafter in yourselves The means of sovereignty."

"In ourselves In our own honest hearts and chainless hands Will be our safeguard:"